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NATIONAL  PARK  PICTURES  COLLECTED  AND 
EXHIBITED  BY  THE  DEPARTMENT  OF  THE 
INTERIOR. 


The  pictures  in  this  collection  represent  some  of  the  characteristic 
and  striking  scenes  in  the  larger  national  parks.  The  colored  pictures 
are  all  photographs  that  have  been  colored  in  oil  under  the  personal 
direction  of  the  photographers. 


1.  Mammoth  Hot  Springs,  Yellowstone  National  Park.  Photo- 
graph by  F.  Jay  Haynes;  loaned  by  Oregon  Short  Line  Railroad  Co. 

Not  more  than  50  feet  from  Liberty*  Cap  rise  the  famous  Hot  Spring  Terraces. 
They  constitute  a  veritable  mountain,  covering  at  least  200  acres,  the  whole  of 
which  has  been  for  centuries  growing  slowly  through  the  agency  of  hot  water 
issuing  from  the  boiling  springs.  This,  as  it  cools,  leaves  a  mineral  deposit 
spread  out  in  delicate  thin  layers  by  the  soft  ripples  of  the  heated  flood.  Strange, 
is  it  net?  Everywhere  else  the  flow  of  water  wears  away  the  substance  that  it 
touches,  but  here  by  its  peculiar  sediment  it  builds  as  surely  as  the  coral  insect. 
Moreover,  the  coloring  of  these  terraces  is,  if  possible,  even  more  marvelous 
than  their  creation,  for  as  the  mineral  water  pulsates  over  them  it  forms  a  great 
variety  of  brilliant  hues.  Hot  water,  therefore,  is  to  this  material  what  blood 
is  to  the  body.  With  it  the  features  glow  with  warmth  and  color;  without  it  they 
are  cold  and  ghostlike.  Accordingly,  where  water  ripples  over  these  gigantic 
steps,  towering  one  above  another  toward  the  sky,  they  look  like  beautiful  cas- 
cades of  color,  and  when  the  liquid  has  deserted  them  they  stand  out  like  a  stair- 
case of  Carrara  marble.  Hence,  through  the  changing  centuries  they  pass  in 
slow  succession  from  light  to  shade,  from  brilliancy  to  pallor,  and  from  life  to 
death.  This  mineral  water  is  not  only  a  mysterious  architect;  it  is  also  an 
artist  that  no  man  can  equal.  (  Its  magic  touch  has  intermingled  the  finest 
shades  of  orange,  yellow,  purple,  red,  and  brown,  sometimes  in  solid  masses, 
at  other  places  diversified  by  slender  threads  like  skeins  of  multicolored  silk. 
Yet  in  producing  all  these  wonderful  effects  there  is  no  violence,  no  uproar. 
The  boiling  water  passes  over  the  mounds  it  has  produced  with  the  low  murmur 
of  a  sweet  cascade .  Its  tiny  wavelets  touch  the  stonework  like  a  sculptor 's  fingers, 
molding  the  yielding  mass  into  exquisitely  graceful  forms. — John  L.  Stoddard, 
Lectures,  vol.  10,  p.  224. 

a.  Cascades  oe  the  Firehole  River,  Yellowstone  National  Park. 
Photograph  by  F.  Jay  Haynes;  loaned  by  Oregon  Short  Line  Rail- 
road Co. 


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3.  Grand  Canyon  of  the  Yellowstone  River  from  Point  Lookout, 

Yellowstone  National  Park.  Photograph  by  F.  Jay  Haynes; 
loaned  by  Oregon  Short  Line  Railroad  Co. 

All  I  can  say  is  that  without  warning  or  preparation  I  looked  into  a  gulf  1,700 
feet  deep  with  eagles  and  fish  hawks  circling  far  below.  And  the  sides  of  that 
gulf  were  one  wild  welter  of  color — crimson,  emerald,  cobalt,  ochre,  amber, 
honey  splashed  with  port  wine,  snow-white,  vermilion,  lemon,  and  silver-gray 
in  wide  washes.  The  sides  did  not  fall  sheer,  but  were  graven  by  time  and  water 
and  air  into  monstrous  heads  of  kings,  dead  chiefs,  men  and  women  of  the  old 
time.  So  far  below  that  no  sound  of  its  strife  could  reach  us,  the  Yellowstone 
River  ran— a  finger-wide  strip  of  jade  green.  The  sunlight  took  those  wondrous 
walls  and  gave  fresh  hues  to  those  that  nature  had  already  laid  there.  Once  I 
saw  the  dawn  break  over  a  lake  in  Rajputana  and  the  sun  set  over  the  Oodey 
Sagar  amid  a  circle  of  Holman  Hunt  hills.  This  time  I  was  watching  both  per- 
formances going  on  below  me — upside  down  you  understand — and  the  colors 
were  real.  The  canyon  was  burning  like  Troy  town;  but  it  would  burn  forever, 
and,  thank  goodness,  neither  pen  nor  brush  could  ever  portray  its  splendors 
adequately.  *  *  *  Evening  crept  through  the  pines  that  shadowed  us,  but 
the  full  glory  of  the  day  flamed  in  that  canyon  as  we  went  out  very  cautiously  to 
a  jutting  piece  of  rock — blood-red  or  pink  it  was — that  overhung  the  deepest 
deeps  of  all.  Now  I  know  what  it  is  to  sit  enthroned  amid  the  clouds  of  sunset. 
Giddiness  took  away  all  sensation  of  touch  or  form,  but  the  sense  of  blinding 
color  remained.  When  I  reached  the  mainland  again  I  had  sworn  that  I  had 
been  floating. — Rudyard  Kipling,  American  Notes,  pp.  1 71-172. 

4.  Great  Falls  of  the  Yellowstone  River,  Yellowstone  National 

Park.  Photograph  by  F.  Jay  Haynes;  loaned  by  Oregon  Short  Line 
Railroad  Co. 

We  come,  at  last,  to  the  final  glory  of  the  park,  the  splendid  canyon  of  the 
Yellowstone.  Yellowstone  Lake,  a  deep  basin  of  snow  water,  7,721  feet  above 
sea  level,  debouches  at  its  northern  end  into  the  narrow  Yellowstone  River. 
Flowing  for  a  dozen  miles  or  more  through  a  wild  and  rugged  country,  this  turbu- 
lent stream  comes  suddenly  to  a  rocky  ledge,  over  which  it  leaps  112  feet  down- 
ward into  a  resounding  gorge.  Gathering  itself  in  a  huge,  swirling  pool,  foam- 
flecked,  it  flows  onward  a  few  hundred  feet  and  takes  another  tremendous  leap, 
this  time  311  feet,  straight  into  the  awful  depths  of  the  Grand  Canyon.  So  great 
is  the  fall  that  most  of  the  water,  bending  over  the  brink  of  the  precipice,  smooth, 
oily,  and  green,  is  dashed  into  spray,  widening  out  at  the  base  and  drifting 
against  the  steep  canyon  walls,  which  the  constant  moisture  has  clothed  with 
soft  green  mosses  and  other  minute  water  growths.  Thence  it  collects  in  a 
thousand  gleaming  rivulets,  gathers  in  brooks  and  cascades,  and  gushes  back 
into  the  river  channel.  From  the  summit  of  the  awful  precipice  above  the  falls 
one  may  trace  the  stream  along  the  depths  of  the  canyon — seen  at  this  distance 
a  mere  hand's  breadth  of  foamy  water  broken  by  varied  forms  of  cascades,  pools, 
and  rapids,  and  all  of  a  limpid  greenness  unmatched  elsewhere. 

Niagara  is  greater,  more  majestic  in  the  plentitude  of  its  power,  having  twenty 
times  the  flow  of  water;  but  it  can  not  compare  with  these  falls  in  the  settings 
of  canyon  and  forest,  in  the  coloring  of  rock,  water,  sky — all  so  indescribably 
grand,  gorgeous,  and  overpowering. — Ray  Stannard  Baker,  A  Place  of  Marvels — 
Yellowstone  Park  as  It  Now  Is:  Century  Magazine,  newser.,  vol.  44,  p.  488. 

5.  Christmas  Tree  Park,  Yellowstone  National  Park.  Photo- 

graph by  F.  Jay  Haynes;  loaned  by  Oregon  Short  Line  Railroad  Co. 


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6.  Giant  Geyser  in  action,  Yellowstone  National  Park.  Pho- 

tograph by  F.  Jay  Haynes;  loaned  by  Oregon  Short  Line  Rail- 
road Co. 

*  *  *  Then  with  a  terrible  rushing  and  rumbling  below,  with  a  powerful 
effort  and  fearful  heavings  that  caused  the  very  earth  to  groan,  and  seemed 
sufficient  to  tear  the  solid  walls  of  the  crater  into  a  thousand  atoms,  the  giant 
came  forth  in  the  majesty  of  his  mighty  power.  A  volume  of  boiling  water,  the 
size  of  the  nozzle  of  the  crater,  was  projected  to  a  great  altitude,  the  action  being 
repeated  several  times.  Then  for  a  moment  all  was  quiet.  Thinking  it  only  a 
feint,  we  attempted  to  approach  the  orifice  and  make  investigations,  when  we  were 
met  by  an  immense  volume  of  steaming  water,  as  if  just  from  one  of  Hecate's 
caldrons,  causing  another  disorderly  retreat.  It  now  commenced  in  earnest, 
and  we  surely  witnessed  one  of  the  grandest  displays  of  waterworks  ever  beheld 
by  mortal  eyes.  The  fountains  of  the  great  deep  seemed  literally  to  have  been 
broken  up  and  turned  loose  again  upon  our  sinful  world.  A  steady  column  of 
water,  graceful,  majestic,  and  vertical,  except  as  swayed  by  the  passing  breezes, 
was  by  rapid  and  successive  impulses  impelled  upward  above  the  steam  until 
reaching  the  marvellous  height  of  more  than  200  feet.  At  first  it  appeared  to 
labor  in  raising  the  immense  volume,  which  seemed  loath  to  start  on  its  heaven- 
ward tour,  but  now  it  was  with  perfect  ease  that  the  stupendous  column  was  held 
to  its  place,  the  water  breaking  into  jets  and  returning  in  glittering  showers  to 
the  basin.  The  steam  ascended  in  dense  volumes  for  thousands  of  feet,  when 
it  was  freighted  upon  the  wings  of  the  wind  and  borne  away  in  clouds.  The  fear- 
ful rumble  and  confusion  attending  it  were  as  the  sound  of  distant  artillery,  the 
rushing  of  many  horses  to  battle,  or  the  roar  of  a  fearful  tornado.    *   *  * 

The  waving  to  and  fro  of  such  a  gigantic  fountain  when  the  column  is  at  its 
highest,  "Tinseled  o'er  in  robes  of  varying  hues,"  and  glistening  in  the  bright 
sunlight  which  adorns  it  with  the  glowing  colors  of  many  a  gorgeous  rainbow 
affords  a  spectacle  so  wonderful  and  grandly  magnificent,  so  overwhelming  to  the 
mind,  that  the  ablest  attempt  at  description  gives  the  reader  who  has  never 
witnessed  such  a  display  but  a  feeble  idea  of  its  glory. — Edwin  J.  Stanley, 
Rambles  in  Wonderland,  pp.  114-117. 

7.  Old  Faithful  Geyser  in  action,  Yellowstone  National  Park. 

Photograph  by  F.  Jay  Haynes;  loaned  by  Oregon  Short  Line  Rail- 
road Co. 

And  so  one  mounts  his  horse  with  a  cheerful  sense  of  pleasures  to  come,  and 
half  a  day  later  rides  into  the  fuming  valley  of  the  Upper  Geyser  Basin,  the 
greatest  of  all  the  centers  of  volcanic  activity.  As  one  emerges  from  the  forest, 
Old  Faithful  is  just  in  the  act  of  throwing  its  splendid  column  of  hot  water  a 
hundred  and  fifty  feet  in  air,  the  wind  blowing  out  the  top  in  white  spray, 
until  the  geyser  resembles  a  huge,  sparkling,  graceful  plume  set  in  the  earth. 
The  geyser  holds  its  height  much  longer  than  one  expects;  but  presently  it  falls 
away,  rallies  often,  throws  up  lesser  jets,  and  finally  sinks,  hissing  and  rumbling, 
into  its  brown  cone,  leaving  all  the  rocky  earth  about  it  glistening,  smoking  with 
hot  water. — Ray  Stannard  Baker,  A  Place  of  Marvels — Yellowstone  Park  as  It 
Now  Is:  Century  Magazine,  new  ser.,  vol.  44,  p.  485. 


8.  Mount  BurlEy,  Madison  Canyon  and  River,  Yellowstone 
National  Park.  Photograph  by  F.  Jay  Haynes;  loaned  by 
Oregon  Short  Line  Railroad  Co. 


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9.  Golden  Gate,  Yellowstone  National  Park.    Photograph  by  F. 

Jay  Haynes;  loaned  by  Oregon  Short  Line  Railroad  Co. 

After  a  drive  of  4  miles  we  reach  what  might  be  termed  the  entrance  to  the 
park — the  Golden  Gate.  This  is  a  rocky  pass,  through  which  a  branch  of  the 
Gardiner  River  flows.  The  yellow  wall  on  either  side  has  given  the  pass  its 
name. 

The  road  here,  one  of  the  most  difficult  pieces  of  engineering,  has  cost  the 
Government  $14,000,  although  it  is  scarcely  a  mile  in  length.  Our  altitude  at 
this  point  is  7,300  feet,  and  the  scenes  about  us  are  so  beautiful  that  with  one 
accord  we  beg  the  driver  to  wait  while  we  feast  our  eyes  upon  the  wonderful 
pictures.  On  the  slope  of  Bunsen  Peak,  which  towers  above  the  gate  on 
one  side,  may  be  seen  the  Devils  Slide,  extending  from  the  summit  to  the 
base.    *   *  * 

The  scenes  around  us  win  constant  exclamations  of  delight.  Here  is  the 
lovely  Rustic  Falls,  fed  by  ice  and  snow  from  the  mountain  top,  gliding  over 
the  brilliantly  colored  rocks,  with  a  graceful  sweep  from  its  height  of  60  feet  to 
lose  itself  in  the  rocky  mass  of  the  canyon  below. — Charles  M.  Taylor,  jr.,  Alaska 
and  the  Yellowstone,  pp.  312-313. 

10.  Rapids  Above  the  Upper  Falls  op  the  Yellowstone  River, 
Yellowstone  National  Park.  Photograph  by  F.  Jay  Haynes; 
loaned  by  Oregon  Short  Line  Railroad  Co. 

*  *  *  Until  within  half  a  mile  of  the  brink  of  the  fall  the  river  is  peaceful 
and  unbroken  by  a  ripple.  Suddenly,  as  if  aware  of  impending  danger,  it 
becomes  lashed  into  foam,  circled  with  eddies,  and  soon  leaps  into  fearful 
rapids.  The  rocky  jaws  confining  it  gradually  converge  as  it  approaches  the 
edge  of  the  fall,  bending  its  course  by  their  projections,  and  apparently  crowding 
back  the  water,  which  struggles  and  leaps  against  their  bases,  warring  with  its 
bounds  in  the  impatience  of  restraint,  and  madly  leaping  from  its  confines,  a 
liquid  emerald  wreathed  with  foam,  into  the  abyss  beneath. — N.  P.  Langford, 
The  Discovery  of  Yellowstone  Park,  p.  33. 

11.  Obsidian  Clipf,  Yellowstone  National  Park.  Photograph  by 
F.  Jay  Haynes;  loaned  by  Oregon  Short  Line  Railroad  Co. 

Presently  a  turn  in  the  road  revealed  to  us  a  dark-hued  mountain  rising  almost 
perpendicularly  from  a  lake.  Marvelous  to  relate,  the  material  of  which  this 
mountain  is  composed  is  jet-black  glass,  produced  by  volcanic  fires.  The  very 
road  on  which  we  drove  between  this  and  the  lake  also  consists  of  glass  too  hard 
to  break  beneath  the  wheels.  The  first  explorers  found  this  obsidian  cliff 
almost  impassable;  but  when  they  ascertained  of  what  it  was  composed,  they 
piled  up  timber  at  its  base  and  set  it  on  fire,  When  the  glass  was  hot,  they  dashed 
upon  the  heated  mass  cold  water,  which  broke  it  into  fragments.  Then  with, 
huge  levers,  picks,  and  shovels  they  pushed  and  pried  the  shining  pieces  down 
into  the  lake,  and  opened  thus  a  wagon  road  a  thousand  feet  in  length. — John  L. 
Stoddard,  Lectures,  vol.  10,  p.  239. 

12.  Yellowstone  Lake,  Yellowstone  National  Park.  Loaned  by 
Northern  Pacific  Railway  Co. 

Yellowstone  Lake,  the  largest  sheet  of  water  in  America  at  so  high  an  eleva- 
tion, with  its  indented  shore  line  and  140  square  miles  of  surface  dotted  with 
forested  islands,  presents  to  lovers  of  nature  a  series  of  picturesque  landscapes 
unequalled  upon  any  other  inland  waters. — Arnold  Hague,  The  Yellowstone 
National  Park:  Scribner's  Magazine,  vol.  35,  p.  514. 


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i3-  Gardiner  Station  and  Entrance  Arch,  Yellowstone  Na- 
tional Park.   Loaned  by  Northern  Pacific  Railway  Co. 

14.  Hayden  Valley,   Yellowstone  National   Park.   Loaned  by 
Northern  Pacific  Railway  Co. 

15.  Old  Faithful  Inn,  Yellowstone  National  Park.    Loaned  by 
Northern  Pacific  Railway  Co. 

16.  New  Grand  Canyon  .  Hotel,  Yellowstone  National  Park. 
Loaned  by  Northern  Pacific  Railway  Co. 

17.  Lake  McDonald,  Glacier  National  Park.    Photograph  by  F.  H. 
Kiser;  loaned  by  Great  Northern  Railway  Co. 

On  the  western  slope  of  the  mountain  lies  Lake  McDonald,  a  body  of  water 
12  miles  long  with  an  average  width  of.  a  mile  and  a  half.  From  the  water's 
edge  rise  wonderfully  wooded  hills,  silent  with  the  silence  of  untrodden  places, 
solemn  with  the  solemnity  of  primeval  beginnings,  and  above,  beyond,  soaring 
in  white  legions  against  the  dark  blue  heavens  are  scarred  and  lance-sharp 
peaks,  shimmering  with  eternal  snow.  The  waters  of  the  lake  are  clear  and  cold, 
for  they  are  fed  by  numerous  silver  threads  of  streams  and  boisterous  torrents 
that  have  a  common  origin  in  snow  fields  and  glaciers.  By  reason  of  its  purity, 
the  rich  variety  of  color  in  the  surrounding  shores,  and  the  brilliant  whiteness 
of  the  atmosphere,  the  lake  is  remarkable  for  its  reflections  and  its  exquisite 
hues.  When  the  wind  is  at  rest  and  the  surface  of  the  water  is  untroubled  by  a 
wave,  perfect  pictures  of  sky  and  cloud  and  peak  show  forth  as  in  a  mirror. 
Again,  the  waters  flow  in  a  flaming  tokay-tide  like  wine  fresh  from  the  vintner's 
press,  or  purple  and  green  with  the  tones  of  a  deep-sea  shell.  When  the  sunset 
awakens  in  the  mountains  the  passion  of  burnt-out  fires  and  paints  the  drifting 
clouds  and  shadowy  ravines  with  lilac  mystery,  then  the  lake  is  in  the  height  of 
its  grandeur,  then  the  golden  fleece  of  mist  and  an  ephemeral  haze  cast  over  it 
an  aureole  of  strange,  unearthly  glory — of  religious  calm. — Helen  Fitzgerald 
Sanders,  The  Glacier  Park:  Overland  Monthly,  2d  ser.,  vol.  53,  p.  496. 

18.  Two  Medicine  Lake,  Glacier  National  Park.    Photograph  by 
F.  H.  Kiser;  loaned  by  Great  Northern  Railway  Co. 

19.  Lake  St.  Mary,  Glacier  National  Park.    Photograph  by  F.  H. 
Kiser;  loaned  by  Great  Northern  Railway  Co. 

The  great  St.  Marys  Lakes  are  also  to  eastward  of  the  main  range,  and  they 
are  even  more  primeval  in  grandeur  than  the  better-known  Lake  McDonald. 
Upon  their  shores  are  forests  of  blasted  pines,  where  the  wind  shrills  with  a 
thousand  tongues  and  the  rocks  cry  back  in  ghostly  chorus.  This  is  the  spirit 
land  of  the  Blackfeet,  and  there  are  strange  legends,  phantom-like  and  evanes- 
cent as  mist  wreaths,  concerning  this  haunted  region  of  the  great  St.  Marys 
which  the  Indians  guard  jealously. — Helen  Fitzgerald  Sanders,  The  Glacier 
Park:  Overland  Monthly,  2d  ser.,  vol.  53,  p.  500. 

20.  Fusilade  Mountain,  Glacier  National  Park.    Photograph  by 
F.  H.  Kiser;  loaned  by  Great  Northern  Railway  Co. 

2 1 .  Gould  Mountain,  Glacier  National  Park.    Photograph  by  F.  H. 
Kiser;  loaned  by  Great  Northern  Railway  Co. 


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22.  Iceberg  Lake,  Glacier  National  Park.  Photograph  by  F.  H. 
Kiser,  loaned  by  Great  Northern  Railway  Co. 

North  of  Swift  Current  Pass,  Iceberg  Lake  lies  in  a  great  twist  of  the  range, 
the  Wilber  Mountain  Glacier  rising  abruptly  1,000  feet  or  more  from  its  shores. 
Here  when  the  sun  grows  warm  enormous  icebergs  break  away  from  the  parent 
pack  and  crash  into  the  water  of  the  lake.  The  wind  drives  the  bergs  hither 
and  thither  over  the  surface  of  the  water,  the  grinding  of  berg  against  berg 
echoing  down  the  canyons.  The  Indians  avoid  this  vicinity,  saying  the  weird 
noises  are  the  wails  of  lost  souls  condemned  for  their  crimes  in  life. — Alfred  W. 
Greeley,  Our  Unknown  Scenic  Wonders:  World's  Work,  vol.  16,  p.  10249. 

23.  Trick  Falls,  Glacier  National  Park.  Photograph  by  F.  H. 
Kiser;  loaned  by  Great  Northern  Railway  Co. 

24.  Little  Chief  Mountain  and  St.  Marys  Creek,  Glacier  Na- 
tional Park.  Photograph  by  F.  H.  Kiser;  loaned  by  Great  North- 
ern Railway  Co. 

25.  Spruce  Tree  House,  Mesa  Verde  National  Park.  Photograph 
by  Arthur  Chapman;  loaned  by  Denver  &  Rio  Grande  Railroad  Co. 

A  ruined  cliff  dwelling,  situated  in  the  Mesa  Verde  National  Park,  about  25 
miles  from  Mancos,  Colo.  Next  to  Cliff  Palace,  this  ruin  is  the  largest  cliff  house 
in  Colorado.  It  occupies  a  great  natural  cave  in  the  east  wall  of  Spruce  Tree 
Canyon,  a  branch  of  Navaho  Canyon,  and  receives  its  name  from  a  large  spruce 
tree  that  formerly  stood  near  by.  The  curved  front  wall  of  the  structure 
measures  218  feet  long;  the  breadth  of  the  ruin  is  89  feet,  and  its  longest  axis 
is  about  north  and  south.  This  ruin  has  114  secular  rooms,  8  subterranean 
kivas,  and  a  roofless  kiva,  sometimes  called  a  warriors'  room.  Many  of  the 
dwelling  chambers  are  3  stories  high,  several  filling  the  interval  from  the  floor 
to  the  roof  of  the  cave.  It  is  estimated  that  the  population  of  Spruce  Tree 
House  was  350.  The  period  of  occupancy  and  the  causes  of  depopulation  are 
unknown,  but  there  is  no  doubt  that  the  buildings  are  prehistoric. — Handbook 
of  American  Indians:  Bulletin  30,  Bureau  of  American  Ethnology,  vol.  i,p.627. 

26.  Balcony  House,  Mesa  Verde  National  Park.  Photograph  by 
Arthur  Chapman;  loaned  by  Denver  &  Rio  Grande  Railroad  Co. 

A  cliff  house,  comprising  about  25  rooms,  situated  in  Rim  Canyon,  Mesa  Verde 
National  Park.  It  derives  its  name  from  a  shelf  or  balcony  which  extends  along 
the  front  of  two  of  the  houses  resting  on  the  projecting  floor  beams. — Handbook 
of  American  Indians:  Bulletin  30,  Bureau  of  American  Ethnology,  vol.  1,  p.  127. 

27.  Cliff  Palace,  Mesa  Verde  National  Park.  Photograph  by 
Arthur  Chapman;  loaned  by  Denver  &  Rio  Grande  Railroad  Co. 

Cliff  Palace  consists  of  a  group  of  houses,  all  connecting  and  opening  one  into 
another,  the  whole  forming  a  crescent  about  100  yards  from  end  to  end.  It 
contains  ruins  of  146  rooms,  some  of  which  are  on  a  secondary  ledge. — Handbook 
of  American  Indians:  Bulletin  30,  Bureau  of  American  Ethnology,  vol.  i,  p.  309. 

28.  Augusta  Natural  Bridge,  Natural  Bridges  National  Monu- 
ment, Utah.  Photograph  by  Charles  Goodman;  loaned  by  Denver 
&  Rio  Grande  Railroad  Co. 

Remounting  their  horses,  Long  and  Scorup  passed  under  the  mighty  mass  of 
the  Caroline  and  pushed  on  up  the  canyon.   At  a  distance  of  3^  miles  they 


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found  themselves  in  the  presence  of  what  is  doubtless  the  most  wonderful 
natural  bridge  in  the  world — a  structure  so  lofty  and  magnificent,  so  symmet- 
rical and  beautiful  in  its  proportions,  as  to  suggest  that  nature,  after  completing 
the  mighty  structure  of  the  Caroline,  had  trained  herself  for  a  finer  and  nobler 
form  of  architecture.  Here,  across  a  canyon  measuring  335  feet  7  inches  from 
wall  to  wall,  she  has  thrown  a  splendid  arch  of  solid  sandstone,  60  feet  thick  in 
the  central  part  and  40  feet  wide,  leaving  underneath  it  a  clear  opening  357 
feet  in  perpendicular  height.  The  lateral  walls  of  the  arch  rise  perpendicu- 
larly nearly  to  the  top  of  the  bridge,  when  they  flare  suddenly  outward,  giving 
the  effect  of  an  immense  coping  or  cornice  overhanging  the  main  structure  15 
or  20  feet  on  each  side,  and  extending  with  the  greatest  regularity  and  sym- 
metry the  whole  length  of  the  bridge.  A  large  rounded  butte  at  the  edge  of  the 
canyon  wall  seems  partly  to  obstruct  the  approach  to  the  bridge  at  one  end. 

*  *  *  The  majestic  proportions  of  this  bridge  may  be  partly  realized  by 
a  few  comparisons.  Thus,  its  height  is  more  than  twice  and  its  span  more  than 
three  times  as  great  as  those  of  the  famous  natural  bridge  of  Virginia.  Its 
buttresses  are  118  feet  farther  apart  than  those  of  the  celebrated  masonry  arch 
in  the  District  of  Columbia,  known  as  Cabin  John  Bridge,  a  few  miles  from 
Washington  City,  which  has  the  greatest  span  of  any  masonry  bridge  on  this 
continent.  This  bridge  would  overspan  the  Capitol  at  Washington  and  clear 
the  top  of  the  dome  by  51  feet.  And  if  the  loftiest  tree  in  the  Calaveras  Grove 
of  giant  sequoia  in  California  stood  in  the  bottom  of  the  canyon  its  topmost 
bough  would  lack  32  feet  of  reaching  the  underside  of  the  arch. — W.  W.  Dyar, 
The  Colossal  Bridges  of  Utah:  Century  Magazine,  new  ser.,  vol.  46,  p.  510. 

29.  Caroline  Natural  Bridge,  Natural  Bridges  National  Monu- 
ment, Utah.  Photograph  by  Charles  Goodman;  loaned  by  Denver 
&  Rio  Grande  Railroad  Co. 

This  bridge  *  *  *  measures  208  feet  6  inches  from  buttress  to  buttress 
across  the  bottom  of  the  canyon.  From  the  surface  of  the  water  to  the  center  of 
the  arch  above  is  a  sheer  height  of  197  feet,  and  over  the  arch  at  its  highest 
point  the  solid  mass  of  sandstone  rises  125  feet  farther  to  the  level  floor  of  the 
bridge.  A  traveler  crossing  the  canyon  by  this  titanic  masonry  would  thus 
pass  322  feet  above  the  bed  of  the  stream.  The  floor  of  the  bridge  is  127  feet 
wide,  so  that  an  army  could  march  over  it  in  columns  of  companies,  and  still 
leave  room  at  the  side  for  a  continuous  stream  of  artillery  and  baggage  wagons. — 
W.  W.  Dyar,  The  Colossal  Bridges  of  Utah:  Century  Magazine,  new  ser.,  vol. 
46,  p.  509. 

30.  Edwin  Natural  Bridge,  Natural  Bridges  National  Monu- 
ment, Utah.  Photograph  by  Charles  Goodman;  loaned  by  Den- 
ver &  Rio  Grande  Railroad  Co. 

Its  dimensions,  however,  are  small  only  as  compared  with  the  gigantic  propor- 
tions of  the  Caroline  and  the  Augusta;  for  it  has  a  span  of  211  feet  4  inches,  and 
the  under  side  of  the  arch  is  142  feet  above  the  bottom  of  the  canyon.  The  crown 
of  the  arch  is  18  feet  8  inches  thick  and  the  surface  or  roadway  33  feet  5  inches 
wide.  The  slenderness  of  this  aerial  pathway,  and  the  fact  that  the  canyon  here 
opens  out  into  a  sloping  valley  beyond,  rendered  it  possible  for  the  camera  to 
give  a  proper  impression  of  loftiness.  Indeed,  judging  from  the  photographs 
alone,  one  might  suppose  this  to  be  the  highest  of  the  three  bridges,  whereas  in 
fact  it  has  but  little  more  than  one-third  the  altitude  of  the  wonderful  Augusta 
arch.— W.  W.  Dyar,  The  Colossal  Bridges  of  Utah:  Century  Magazine, new  ser., 
vol.  46,  p.  511. 


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31.  Hetch  Hetchy.  Valley  from  Eleanor  Trail,  Yosemite  Na- 
tional Park.  Photograph  by  H.  W.  Gleason;  loaned  by  Sierra 
Club. 

Looking  up  the  valley  toward  the  east.  Kolana  Rock  on  the  right,  North  Dome 
on  the  left,  Rancheria  Mountain  in  the  distance,  with  a  portion  of  the  cleft  of  the 
Tuolumne  Canyon  on  the  right  behind  Kolana  Rock.  Tuolumne  River  is  seen 
in  the  center  of  the  view. 

32.  Upper  Meadow,  Hetch  Hetchy  Valley,  Yosemite  National 
Park.    Photograph  by  H.  W.  Gleason,  loaned  by  Sierra  Club. 

A  view  seen  upon  reaching  the  floor  of  the  valley  when  approaching  it  from  the 
east  along  the  Rancheria  Trail.  Kolana  Rock  is  on  the  left,  the  Tueeulala  Fall 
in  the  distance.    The  trees  are  chiefly  yellow  pines  and  incense  cedars. 

33.  Along  the  Tuolumne  River,  Yosemite  National  Park.  Photo- 
graph by  H.  W.  Gleason;  loaned  by  Sierra  Club. 

A  typical  glimpse  of  the  river  scenery  in  Hetch  Hetchy  Valley,  taken  from  the 
south  bank  about  1  mile  below  the  bridge.  The  foot  of  Wapama  Fall  is  seen  on 
the  right  and  Tueeulala  Fall  in  the  distance. 

34.  Hetch  Hetchy  Falls,  Yosemite  National  Park.  Photograph 
by  H.  W.  Gleason;  loaned  by  Sierra  Club. 

From  a  point  about  midway  in  the  valley  looking  toward  the  north  wall .  The 
prominent  cliff  is  called  the  Hetch  Hetchy  El  Capitan.  To  the  right  is  the 
Wapama  Fall,  with  a  decent  of  2,000  feet.  "To  the  left  is  the  Tueeulala  Fall, 
much  diminished  in  volume  from  what  it  is  early  in  the  season. 

35.  North  Dome,  Hetch  Hetchy  Valley,  Yosemite  National  Park. 
Photograph  by  H.  W.  Gleason;  loaned  by  Sierra  Club. 

A  steep  cliff  forming  a  portion  of  the  north  wall  of  the  valley,  its  summit  being 
2,640  feet  above  the  floor  of  the  valley,  or  6,300  feet  above  the  sea  level. 

36.  Kolana  Rock,  Hetch  Hetchy  Valley,  Yosemite  National 
Park.    Photograph  by  H.  W.  Gleason;  loaned  by  Sierra  Club. 

Standing  boldly  out  into  the  valley,  from  the  southern  wall,  is  the  rock 
Ko-la-na — seeming  still  to  bid  defiance  to  the  mighty  glacier  that  once  flowed 
grindingly  over  and  around  it.  Tall  pines  and  spruces  feather  its  base,  and  a 
few  tough,  storm-loving  ones  have  made  out  to  climb  upon  its  head.  It  is 
the  most  independent  and  most  picturesque  rock  in  the  valley,  forming  the 
outermost  of  a  group  corresponding  in  every  way  with  the  Cathedral  Rocks  of 
Yosemite.  On  the  authority  of  the  State  geological  survey,  it  is  2,270  feet  in 
height. — John  Muir,  Hetch  Hetchy  Valley:  Overland  Monthly,  vol.  11,  p.  45. 

37.  Kolana  Rock,  Hetch  Hetchy  Valley,  Yosemite  National 
Park.    Photograph  by  H.  W.  Gleason;  loaned  by  Sierra  Club. 

Taken  from  a  point  across  the  river  about  a  mile  from  the  base,  showing  its 
remarkable  sugar-loaf  character.  Also  indicating  the  luxuriant  forest  growth 
of  the  valley. 

38.  Yosemite  Valley  from  Artists'  Point,  Yosemite  National 
Park.    Loaned  by  Southern  Pacific  Co. 

39.  The  Sentinel,  Yosemite  National  Park.  Loaned  by  Southern 
Pacific  Co. 


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40.  Mirror  Lake),  Yosemite  National  Park.    Loaned  by  Southern 

Pacific  Co. 

41.  Half  Dome,  Yosemite  National  Park.    Loaned  by  Southern 
Pacific  Co. 

42.  El  Capitan,  Yosemite  National  Park.    Loaned  by  Southern 
Pacific  Co. 

Upon  our  left  stands  El  Capitan,  the  great  chief  of  the  valley,  the  field  mar- 
shal of  the  granite  crags  about  us,  that  stupendous  specimen  of  natural  masonry, 
a  huge  perpendicular  granite  rock,  3,300  feet  in  height,  with  its  sides  bare  and 
bleak,  no  marks  or  lines  of  stratification,  no  crack  in  the  huge  mass,  no  crevice 
where  any  living  thing  can  grow,  nothing  save  a  spot  upon  its  side  2,500  feet 
from  its  base  where  stands  a  huge  flourishing  pine,  its  only  ornament.  As  we 
approach  nearer  to  this  magnificent  battlement  of  polished  granite  we  can  begin 
to  realize  its  height  of  three-fifths  of  a  mile,  and  as  we  look  up  toward  its  cloud- 
crowned  summit  there  comes  a  sense  of  fear  that  it  might  fall  and  overwhelm 
us. — Samuel  Douglass  Dodge,  A  day  in  the  Yosemite  with  a  kodak:  New  Eng- 
land Magazine,  new  ser.,  vol.  3,  p.  463. 

43.  View  from  Glacier  Point,  Yosemite  National  Park.    Loaned  by 
Southern  Pacific  Co. 

From  this  Glacier  Point,  which  to  me  is  the  grandest  view  in  the  valley  and 
consequently  on  earth,  you  for  the  first  time  really  arise  to  the  sublimity  of 
Yosemite.  Here  in  the  very  heart  of  the  Sierras,  70  miles  from  the  fertile  plains  of 
the  San  Joaquin  and  7 ,200  feet  above  the  level  of  the  sea,  opens  out  a  valley  whose 
sheer  sides  rest  upon  the  floor  of  a  meadow,  which  is  itself  4,000  feet  above  sea 
level,  and  rise  from  3,000  to  6,000  feet  above  the  olive  green  waters  of  the  Merced. 
Directly  across,  forming  the  opposite  wall  is  the  Half  Dome,  rising  straight  up 
nearly  9,000  feet  in  the  air,  one  side  bearing  downward  in  strong,  rounded  lines, 
the  other  cut  away  from  the  middle,  straight  and  sheer,  as  you  might  slice  a  loaf 
of  baker 's  bread  from  end  to  end .  On  its  oval  top  is  a  plateau  of  1 5  acres  and  a  few 
great  pines  that  look  like  pins  stuck  in  a  cushion.  The  great  Cap  of  Liberty,  a 
name  it  fully  justifies,  a  mass  of  granite,  seems  petty  in  its  shadow,  and  yet  it 
is  nearly  1,000  feet  higher  than  Mount  Washington.  Back  of  it  and  above  it 
towers  Cloud's  Rest,  almost  10,000  feet  in  height,  yet  easily  reached  by  the  sum- 
mer visitor  on  the  sure-footed  mountain  horses.  From  between  the  Half  Dome 
and  the  tremendous  precipitous  ledges  on  the  right  which  are  capped  by  Lyell 
and  Dana  in  the  far  distance,  and  Starr  King,  Florence,  and  Clark  in  the  nearer 
foreground,  break  forth  two  falls  one  above  the  other. — Rounsevelle  Wildman, 
Yosemite  and  the  Big  Trees:  Overland  Monthly,  2d  ser.,  vol.  28,  p.  201. 

44.  Vernal  Falls,  Yosemite  National  Park.    Loaned  by  Southern 
Pacific  Co. 

*  *  *  Then  follow  a  mile  and  a  half  of  turbulent,  churning  waters  which 
finally  lose  their  frothiness  and  disappear  over  a  perpendicular  rock  400  feet  in 
height  and  300  feet  in  width,  forming  Vernal  Fall,  a  stately  sheet  of  greenish 
water  which  drops  into  a  chasm  of  bowlders  where  countless  rainbows  dance  so  long 
as  the  chasm  is  filled  with  sunshine.  Such  processions  of  rainbows  can  be  seen 
nowhere  else  in  any  land — not  even  those  of  the  Bridal  Veil  being  so  numerous. 
Besides,  there  is  much  less  play  of  sunshine  at  the  latter  fall,  while  at  the  Vernal 
the  myriads  of  rainbows  polka  and  waltz  and  play  and  go  off  in  many  directions 
in  exquisite  entanglements. — Ben  C.  Truman,  Falls  of  the  Yosemite:  Sunset 
Magazine,  vol.  21,  p.  118. 


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45.  Mariposa  Big  Tree  Grove,  Yosemite  National  Park.  Loaned 
by  Southern  Pacific  Co. 

I  had  always  imagined  that  the  big  trees  were  a  grove  by  themselves  in  a  nice 
little  level  valley;  but  instead  of  that  they  are  mixed  in  with  yellow  pines  and 
sugar  pines  and  grow  near  the  steep  top  of  a  6,000-foot  mountain.  It  is  well  in 
a  way  that  they  are  mixed  in  with  other  trees.  If  they  were  not  you  could  hardly 
appreciate  their  size.  The  road  to  the  grove  winds  through  the  finest  and  biggest 
timber  you  have  ever  seen,  the  roundest,  the  straightest,  the  tallest,  and  the  most 
symmetrical.  But  all  of  a  sudden  those  gigantic  pines  lose  their  significance, 
and  shouldering  among  them  appears  a  very  demon  of  a  vegetable,  saffron  of 
hue,  the  fluting  of  its  bark  the  size  of  saplings,  square  upon  its  feet,  imperturb- 
able and  vast.  There  is  no  mistaking  him.  A  bear  ascending  him  would  look 
like  a  squirrel  ascending  one  of  the  other  trees. — Gouverneur  Morris,  Into  the 
Serene  Valley:  Outing,  vol.  47,  p.  599. 

46.  Vermont  and  Wawona,  Mariposa  Grove,  Yosemite  National 
Park.    Loaned  by  Southern  Pacific  Co. 

47.  Forest  Queen,  Mariposa  Grove,  Yosemite  National  Park. 
Loaned  by  Southern  Pacific  Co. 

48.  Grizzly  Giant,  Mariposa  Grove,  Yosemite  National  Park. 
Loaned  by  Southern  Pacific  Co. 

We  halted  at  the  base  of  the  Grizzly  Giant,  which  well  deserves  its  name,  for 
it  measures  93  feet  in  circumference  and  looks  so  battered  and  weatherworn 
that  it  probably  is  about  the  most  venerable  tree  in  the  forest.  It  is  one  of  the 
most  picturesque  sequoias  I  have  seen,  just  because  it  has  broken  through  all 
the  rules  of  symmetry  so  rigidly  observed  by  its  well-conditioned,  well-grown 
brethren,  and  instead  of  being* a  vast  cinnamon-colored  column,  with  small 
boughs  near  the  summit,  it  has  taken  a  line  of  its  own  and  thrown  out  several 
great  branches  each  about  6  feet  in  diameter — in  other  words,  about  as  large  as  a 
fine  old  English  beech  tree. — C.  F.  Gordon  Cumming,  Granite  Crags,  p.  81. 

49.  Fallen  Monarch,  Mariposa  Grove,  Yosemite  National  Park. 
Loaned  by  Southern  Pacific  Co. 

50.  Giant  Forest,  Sequoia  National  Park.    Loaned  by  Southern 
Pacific  Co. 

Perhaps  the  most  insistent  note,  besides  that  of  mere  size  and  dignity,  is  of 
absolute  stillness.  These  trees  do  not  sway  to  the  wind,  their  trunks  are  con- 
structed to  stand  solid.  Their  branches  do  not  bend  and  murmur,  for  they, 
too,  are  rigid  in  fiber.  Their  fine  thread-like  needles  may  catch  the  breeze's 
whisper,  may  draw  together  and  apart  for  the  exchange  of  confidences  as  do  the 
leaves  of  other  trees;  but  if  so,  you  and  I  are  too  far  below  to  distinguish  it.  All 
about,  the  other  forest  growths  may  be  rustling  and  bowing  and  singing  with  the 
voices  of  the  air;  the  sequoia  stands  in  the  hush  of  an  absolute  calm.  It  is  as 
though  he  dreamed,  too  wrapt  in  still  great  thoughts  of  his  youth,  when  the  earth 
itself  was  young,  to  share  the  worldlier  joys  of  his  neighbor,  to  be  aware  of  them, 
even  himself  to  breathe  deeply.  You  feel  in  the  presence  of  these  trees  as  you 
would  feel  in  the  presence  of  a  kindly  and  benignant  sage,  too  occupied  with 
larger  things  to  enter  fully  into  your  little  affairs,  but  well  disposed  in  the  wisdom 
of  clear  spiritual  insight. — Stewart  Edward  White,  The  Mountains,  p.  229. 


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51.  Parker  Group,  Sequoia  National  Park.    Loaned  by  Southern 
Pacific  Co. 

52.  General  Sherman  Tree,  Sequoia  National  Park.    Loaned  by 
Southern  Pacific  Co. 

53.  General  Grant  Tree,  General  Grant  National  Park.  Loaned 
by  Southern  Pacific  Co. 

54.  Iowa  and  Washington  Trees,  General  Grant  National  Park. 
Loaned  by  Southern  Pacific  Co. 

55.  Fern  Bank,  Muir  Woods  National  Monument.    Loaned  by 
Southern  Pacific  Co. 

56.  Forest,  Muir  Woods  National  Monument.    Loaned  by  South- 
ern Pacific  Co. 

57.  Crater  Lake  from  the  Summit  of  Scott  Peak,  Crater  Lake 
National  Park.    Photograph  by  F.  H.  Kiser. 

The  lake?  The  Sea  of  Silence?  Ah,  yes,  I  had  forgotten — so  much  else; 
besides,  I  should  like  to  let  it  alone,  say  nothing.  It  took  such  hold  of  my  heart, 
so  unlike  Yosemite,  Yellowstone,  Grand  Canyon,  when  first  seen,  that  I  love  it 
almost  like  one  of  my  own  family.  But  fancy  a  sea  of  sapphire  set  around  by 
a  compact  circle  of  the  great  grizzly  rock  of  Yosemite.  It  does  not  seem  so  sub- 
lime at  first,  but  the  mote  is  in  your  own  eye.  It  is  great,  great,  but  it  takes  you 
days  to  see  how  great.  It  lies  2,000  feet  under  your  feet,  and  as  it  reflects 
its  walls  so  perfectly  that  you  can  not  tell  the  wall  from  the  reflection  in  the 
intensely  blue  water,  you  have  a  continuous  and  unbroken  circular  wall  of  24 
miles  to  contemplate  at  a  glance,  all  of  which  lies  2,000  feet,  and  seems  to  lie 
4,000  feet  below.  Yet  so  bright,  yet  so  intensely  blue  is  the  lake  that  it  seems  at 
times,  from  some  points  of  view,  to  lift  right  in  your  face. — Joaquin  Miller,  The 
Sea  of  Silence:  Sunset  Magazine,  vol.  13,  p.  401. 

58.  Looking  Northeast  from  The  Watchman,  Crater  Lake  Na- 
tional Park.    Photograph  by  F.  H.  Kiser. 

59.  Dutton  Cliff,  Crater  Lake  National  Park.    Photograph  by 
F.  H.  Kiser. 

60.  Wocus  Pinnacle  on  Garfield  Peak,  Crater  Lake  National 
Park.    Photograph  by  F.  H.  Kiser. 

61.  Wizard  Island  from  near  Victor  Rock,  Crater  Lake  Na- 
tional Park.    Photograph  by  F.  H.  Kiser. 

*  *  *  Arriving  at  the  crest,  the  lake  in  all  its  majestic  beauty  comes 
suddenly  upon  the  scene,  and  is  profoundly  impressive.  Descending  the 
wooded  slope  a  short  distance  within  the  rim  to  Victor  Rock,  an  excellent  gen- 
eral view  of  the  lake  is  obtained.  The  eye  beholds  20  miles  of  unbroken  cliffs 
ranging  from  over  500  to  nearly  2,000  feet  in  height,  encircling  a  deep  blue  sheet 
of  placid  water,  in  which  the  mirrored  walls  vie  with  the  originals  in  brilliancy 
and  greatly  enhance  the  depth  of  the  prospect. 

The  first  point  to  fix  our  fascinated  gaze  is  Wizard  Island,  lying  nearly  2  miles 
away,  near  the  western  margin  of  the  lake.  Its  rugged  western  edge  and  the 
steep  but  symmetrical  truncated  cone  in  the  eastern  portion  are  very  suggestive 
of  volcanic  origin. — J.  S.  Diller,  Crater  Lake,  Oregon:  National  Geographic  Maga- 
zine, vol.  8,  p.  37. 


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62.  Wizard  Island  from  one  of  the  rim  canyons,  Crater  Lake 
National  Park.    Photograph  by  F.  H.  Kiser. 

63.  Looking  northwest  from  near  Victor  Rock,  Crater  Lake 
National  Park.    Photograph  by  F.  H.  Kiser 

64.  Looking  southeast  from  The  Watchman,  Crater  Lake  National 
Park.    Photograph  by  F.  H.  Kiser. 

65.  Looking  southeast  from  summit  of  Wizard  Island,  Crater  Lake 
National  Park.    Photograph  by  F.  H.  Kiser. 

66.  Phantom  Ship  from  Garfield  Peak,  Crater  Lake  National 
Park.    Photograph  by  F.  H.  Kiser. 

*  *  *  At  the  foot  of  Dutton  Cliff,  about  50  yards  from  the  shore,  there  is  to  be 
seen  one  of  the  most  striking  features  about  the  lake.  It  is  a  solitary  rock,  with 
sharp,  pinnacled  top,  about  100  feet  high,  and  twice  as  long  and  broad.  It  suggests 
to  the  imagination  a  ship  riding  at  anchor;  and  its  shape,  together  with  the  fact 
that,  when  viewed  from  the  opposite  side  of  the  lake,  against  the  background  of 
Dutton  Cliff,  it  alternately  disappears  and  becomes  visible  again,  according  as  it 
is  in  sunlight  or  in  shadow,  has  caused  it  to  bear  the  name  of  Phantom  Ship.-^Earl 
Morse  Wilbur,  Description  of  Crater  Lake:  Mazama,  vol.  1,  p.  147. 

67.  Scott  Peak  from  near  Victor  Rock,  Crater  Lake  National 
Park.    Photograph  by  F.  H.  Kiser. 

68.  View  from  Llao  Rock,  Crater  Lake  National  Park.  Photo- 
graph by  F.  H.  Kiser. 

69.  Shore  line  of  Crater  Lake,  Crater  Lake  National  Park. 
Photograph  by  F.  H.  Kiser. 

70.  Looking  north  from  summit  of  Garfield  Peak,  Crater  Lake 
National  Park.    Photograph  by  F.  H.  Kiser. 

71.  Looking  northwest  from  Dutton  Cliff,  Crater1  Lake  National 
Park.    Photograph  by  F.  H.  Kiser. 

72.  Looking   north   from   near   the  Wineglass,  Crater  Lake 
National  Park.    Photograph  by  F.  H.  Kiser. 

73.  Looking  south  from  near  Llao  Rock,  Crater  Lake  National 
Park.    Photograph  by  F.  H.  Kiser. 

74.  Portion  of  the  rim  of  Crater  Lake,  Crater  Lake  National 
Park.    Photograph  by  F.  H.  Kiser. 

75.  Looking  out  of  one  of  the  caves  on  rim  of  Crater  Lake, 
Crater  Lake  National  Park.    Photograph  by  F.  H.  Kiser. 

76.  Rim  of  Crater  Lake  as  seen  from  near  Llao  Rock,  Crater 
Lake  National  Park.    Photograph  by  F.  H.  Kiser. 

77.  Looking  east  from  slope  of  Garfield  Peak,  Crater  Lake 
National  Park.    Photograph  by  F.  H.  Kiser. 


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78.  Looking  down  one  of  the  rim  canyons,  Crater  Lake  National 
Park.    Photograph  by  R  H.  Kiser. 

79.  Mount  Rainier  from  near  Ricksecker  Point,  Mount  Rainier 
National  Park.  Photograph  by  Asahel  Curtis.  Loaned  by  the 
Chicago,  Milwaukee  and  Puget  Sound  Railway  Co. 

*  *  *  If  in  the  making  of  the  West,  Nature  had  what  we  call  parks  in  mind — 
places  for  rest,  inspiration,  and  prayers — this  Rainier  region  must  surely  be  one 
of  them.  In  the  center  of  it  there  is  a  lonely  mountain  capped  with  ice;  from 
the  ice  cap  glaciers  radiate  in  every  direction,  and  young  rivers  from  the  glaciers; 
while  its  flanks,  sweeping  down  in  beautiful  curves,  are  clad  with  forests  and 
gardens,  and  filled  with  birds  and  animals.  Specimens  of  the  best  of  Nature's 
treasures  have  been  lovingly  gathered  here  and  arranged  in  simple  symmetrical 
beauty  within  regular  bounds. — John  Muir,  Our  National  Parks,  p.  30. 

80.  Mount  Rainier  from  Kautz  Fork,  Mount  Rainier  National 
Park.  Photograph  by  Asahel  Curtis.  Loaned  by  Chicago,  Mil- 
waukee and  Puget  Sound  Railway  Co. 

81.  Paradise  Valley  and  Mount  Rainier,  Mount  Rainier  National 
Park.  Photograph  by  Asahel  Curtis.  Loaned  by  Chicago,  Mil- 
waukee and  Puget  Sound  Railway  Co. 

What  we  witnessed  early  the  next  morning  and  during  all  that  day  must  be 
seen  to  be  fully  appreciated,  for  no  description  is  adequate  to  convey  anything 
like  the  reality  to  the  mind  of  the  reader.  I  can  merely  suggest  the  faintest 
outlines  of  the  pictures.  Our  camp  [at  Paradise  Valley],  as  I  have  already 
stated,  was  situated  on  an  immense  shoulder  of  Rainier — a  beautiful  grassy 
slope,  diversified  by  miniature  streams  and  ridges,  carpeted  with  a  perfect 
wealth  of  flowers  (in  places  the  ground  was  literally  whitened  with  immense 
masses  of  the  exquisite  mountain  lily),  and  rising  from  the  ridges  in  picturesque 
groups  were  the  dark  green  spires  of  fir  and  hemlock.  But  towering  above  all 
this,  and  showing  through  the  clouds  as  if  it  were  a  vision  of  Paradise,  was  the 
majestic  form  of  Rainier.  As  the. sun  shone  on  its  snow-clad  sides,  they  glistened 
with  a  pearly  whiteness.  One  moment  it  would  be  enveloped  in  shrouds  of 
fleeting  mist,  through  which  we  caught  tantalizing  glimpses,  and  the  next,  as  if 
a  curtain  were  drawn,  it  would  fill  one  whole  side  of  the  sky  outlined  in  bold 
relief  against  the  deep  blue.  Never  was  there  an  approach  to  and  first  sight  of 
a  mountain  more  effective  and  dramatic— W.  E.  Colby,  The  Sierra  Club  on 
Mount  Rainier:  Mazama,  vol.  2,  p.  213. 

82.  Mount  Rainier,  Gap  Point  Road,  and  Paradise  Valley,  Mount 
Rainier  National  Park.  Photograph  by  Asahel  Curtis.  Loaned 
by  Chicago,  Milwaukee  &  Puget  Sound  Railway  Co. 

83.  Road  in  Mount  Rainier  National  Park.  Photograph  by  Asahel 
Curtis.  Loaned  by  Chicago,  Milwaukee  &  Puget  Sound  Railway 
Co. 


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